Compass

"A small poem about a compass"

Life is a thirty two point compass, all heading in different ways. You make the choices that you do and live like this your days. Each decision leads another thirty two, because you can always then go back. But the...

The stillness of the night air surrounds me,and its weight is almost unbearable.From my perch, sheltered amongstthe cliffs, I can hear the mountain breathe. From within the rocks above me,I can feel the unseen eyes of creatures unknown. Their penetrating stare; a...

alonequietmissing as the world sleepsand the night teemswith all thingsnocturnalthat is whereI findyoualonesoftlyI cradle youand none can seeand only one can feelthe stirrings of heartstringsstrung tautagainst thenightcross riversover valleysyou waitnot knowingnever knowingcandled chasmsendless voidsthat separatelove not tobealonequietmissingas the world sleepsand the night teemswith...

For Now, Until We Part

"Circumstance brought us together"

Remembering that magic daywhen I saw you arrive.My time, till then a sentence served.You made me feel alive!Watching, counting every stepthat brought you near to me.My throat constricted! Sweaty palms!A vision, fair to see!Fate delivered you to mewhile others moaned...

On This Night

"A romantic Valintines night."

On this night when lovers dance. I think about this great romance. Intertwine with feast and song. Oh how our desire does go on. A fleeting glance, a tongue tied fool. I can imagine you more cool. I swoon and...

In Flight

"Paitently awaiting at the gate"

Touch in flightCrazily drive the interstateUnited is latePatiently awaiting at the gateCatching a glimpseDare hesitateSultry legsMake me acheGently sheer drapedMind escapesWhat lies beneathTongue longs to tasteShe makes me waitAwaited kissIn my midstOur lips touchPure blissDeep breathsTongues twistLost in thisSo missedSmell...

Bitten

"For Jason, my Cariad"

Skin intact, until I met you A heart to match, and then I let you Shot through the sky with the force of a rocket Always by your side, in your ear, or your pocket You reached for my hand,...

Six Silver Strings

"A Blues song full of desire ..."

Six silver strings, Thick black fingers with pink nails, pull and hammer them into sound A mournful cry of lonely nothing tearful dreamscape, An eternal cry of the trains, Don’t ya hear me calling pretty baby? In a chord of...